Like a loyal pup to an owner, I ran to the front door at the first sound of keys jingling. My spine shivered with electric pulses, making me tremble even down at the knee. My eyes didn’t dare look away from the front door; I wanted to see my love walk through at the exact moment.
As the doorknob turned and the door slid open, I greeted Stella with a warm, passionate smile, “Welcome home, dear.”
A pair of irritated, hazel eyes met mine for a brief moment. Stella walked past me without even acknowledging me.
“She… must be tired.”
Copyright © 2019 by Luka Tatsujo
— Follow Luka on Facebook and Twitter for more content and a look into Luka’s life!
Luka's Notebooks 